Chapter 15

No matter what Yang Ming thought, he didn't expect that the person who was attacked was actually himself.

His raised head was extremely heavy, and there was only one blood bar above his head.

"How could this be?" Yang Ming murmured in disbelief, "How could it be me..."

For a moment, many possibilities flashed in his mind, but hatred and anger had destroyed the ability to think, and subconsciously gave birth to the answer. Yang Ming grabbed An Wu Jiu's collar abruptly, "Is it you? It must be you!"

An Wu Jiu just smiled, just like when he was threatened on the first day, even more arrogant.

"I want to kill you too." An Wujiu shrugged, frowned slightly, deliberately made a wronged expression after being slandered, "But since I can't enter your room, I will be forced to sleep at night. , how can I kill you while you are sleeping?"

An Wu Jiu's words made Yang Ming feel discouraged for a moment, and even his hands loosened a little.

Seeing him like this, An Wujiu smiled again, "It's not necessarily true that there are cultists. Think about it, if he really had to kill seven people by himself, how many points would he get for this difficulty? It's not easy to kill clean."

Shen Ti shrugged and said nothing.

On the other hand, Zhong Yirou said, "I think so, the note didn't state it. Maybe the mission is not to kill all, but to kill one person. After all, everyone's health bar base is different."

She was still looking in the mirror, and said while looking at it, "And now that someone has lost blood, it is even more certain that there is indeed a cult."

Liu Chengwei refused to accept, "How can this be determined?"

Zhong Yirou put down her hand and sneered at him, "I can't think of this? Look, if there are no cultists, the only way to lose blood is duel, and the duel must go to the duel threshold."

"But we were all forced to sleep after twelve o'clock last night. Even the victim, Yang Ming, was asleep. How do we go to duel?"

Ueno suddenly thought of something, "Then that sound of dragging heavy objects last night was someone dragging Mr. Yang away?"

Zhong Yirou walked over to Yang Ming and looked at his clothes. There was no wear or dust on the suit jacket. After all, the floor was covered with carpets.

"Even so, what about the person who fought him? Where is it?"

Ueno immediately pointed to Wu You, "He, isn't he immune to the influence of hypnotic gas?"

Before Wu You said anything, Zhong Yirou spoke first, "The key is that even if he didn't sleep last night, he couldn't open Yang Ming's door. Then again, someone was able to open Yang Ming's door last night, but everyone was caught Forced to sleep, who is going to duel with him?"

Zhong Yirou was right, these are the rules, and no one can break the rules unless there are really special players.

The blood loss at night became confusing for a while, and everyone fell into a deadlock.

"...Indeed, if there were no cultists, none of us present would be able to make Yang Ming bleed." Old Yu said.

Yang Ming naturally couldn't figure it out. If there were no cultists, all except Wu You would have to fall asleep after twelve o'clock, and it was even more impossible for Wu You to open his door on the first night.

His room is a secret room for Wu You after twelve o'clock. How can you kill someone in the air?

What's more, when I woke up in the morning, I lay in bed well, and the first person I saw after going out was Dacheng Ueno.

"How many people can enter my room last night?" Yang Ming asked.

Lao Yu thought about it and said, "According to the rules, the only people who can enter your room last night are me, Zhong Yirou from Room 2, and..."

An Wujiu replied on behalf of Lao Yu, "Room 8, your goodpartner, Liu Chengwei."

When Zhong Yirou heard this, she blinked her big eyes, and immediately said, "I didn't go to your room last night."

"Really?" Yang Ming's distrust of Zhong Yirou was straightforward, "If I die, you Zhong Yirou will be the person with the highest survival value in the audience."

If the object of her curse happened to be herself, then she might become the first in this round of the game.

"Just because of this, you suspect me?" Zhong Yirou sneered, "Why don't you ask your good brother Ueno Taisei, he is one point lower than me, and his force value is a lot higher. I'm definitely not as good as him. long."

Ueno kept getting away from himself. Yang Ming still stared at Zhong Yirou, and every word he said had a heavy killing intent, "Then what were you doing last night?"

"Me?" Zhong Yirou was very relaxed and was not threatened by him. She touched the single braid she had braided on her left shoulder, and stared at him with the corners of her mouth hooked, her gesture and tone of voice being so charming.

"Sleep. What else can I do, and no one's going to my room."

As soon as these words came out, Ueno, who lived in Room 3, blushed and didn't dare to glance at Zhong Yirou.

He really didn't go to Zhong Yirou's room.

"Don't do Tai Chi for me!" Yang Mingji was dissatisfied with her gag attitude, "What time did you enter the room, what did you do after entering the room!"

"Why are you so fierce? It's not elegant at all." Zhong Yirou complained coquettishly, "I entered the room at ten o'clock last night, and I haven't come out since then. If you don't believe me, ask other people, if there is one at ten o'clock? If you see me outside after you click, it means I lied."

Although her tone was still frivolous, she spoke with certainty and certainty, as if she was not afraid of being overthrown. After Yan Bi took out his own game panel, opened the page for points redemption, entered a piece of code, and a rolling background record appeared on the right.

"Look." Zhong Yirou cut off one with two fingers and pushed it in front of him, "This is my record on the exchange page last night. The time and minutes are clearly written."

Yang Ming frowned and read the records she retrieved. Until twelve o'clock, Zhong Yirou was browsing the points exchange page.

"It takes so long?" He raised his eyes suspiciously.

"Girls. Buying clothes is always very picky." Zhong Yirou's fingers lightly tapped on her cheek, "Although there are not many beautiful cheongsams in it."

After she finished speaking, she put her hands behind her back, with a playful smile on her pretty face, "Now that my suspicion has been ruled out, it's time to torture Liu Chengwei."

Suspicion suddenly gathered on Liu Chengwei's body. He took a half step back, with obvious panic on his face, "Nonsense! What does it have to do with me! I didn't do anything!"

Wu You sneered, making Liu Chengwei very dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to attack. Zhong Yirou said again, "Then you were sneaking around last night."

Ueno's timid eyes also began to look suspicious. He glanced at Liu Chengwei and then at Yang Ming, trying to keep silent and take himself away, but Shen Ti, who had been silent all the time, opened his mouth.

He sat lazily on the soft leather sofa on the porch, with the exchange page in front of him, sliding his fingers on it, picking out several pairs of glasses, "Is the bread delicious?"

After speaking, he picked out one of the glasses hanging in front of him, tried to put it on, suddenly remembered something, took out the candy in his mouth, whistled at Zhong Yirou without a sound, and finally called her. , "Sister, hey, sister..."

Zhong Yirou turned around inexplicably, and saw Shen Ti beckoning to her with a pair of glasses, like a blind liar begging on the black market. She pointed to her nose and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, it's you, come here." Shen Ti smiled charmingly and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Put out your hand and lend me a photo."

Zhong Yirou: "...Okay."

So she became a human mirror that was not at all elegant.

"How can you exchange things again?"

"I haven't redeemed it for several rounds, but I saved it."

Shen Ti took off his glasses and put on a pair of red-lens sunglasses, the corners of his mouth straightened, "Didn't you hear what I said?"

He looked at Ueno and raised his eyebrows, "Is the bread delicious?"

Ueno was stunned for a while, his forehead almost sweating, it turned out that Shen Ti was really asking him a question.

Facing the target of the curse, he was a little flustered, thinking only about how to eliminate his suspicion, so he took the initiative, "I...I was talking with Liu Chengwei over bread, but, but after I went to the bathroom, we separated. , and then I went back to my room, really."

"What time?" Yang Ming asked with slanted eyes.

"Probably...about half past eleven? I don't know, I don't remember." Ueno couldn't help shaking his head, telling Yang Ming with his whole body that the cult was really not him.

"Could it be me!" Liu Chengwei was anxious, "You say I'm a cult, do you have any evidence?!"

Standing in the outer circle, An Wu Jiu leaned forward, put his palm to his mouth, pretended to be whispering, deliberately whispered, "Someone was sneaking outside the door last night."

"Yeah, why are you swaying at the door of Yang Ming and me!" Zhong Yirou folded her arms around her chest and retracted the mirror in her palm, causing Shen Ti's head to sway over, almost not sitting still.

Liu Chengwei's neck was flushed with anger, and his throat seemed to be choked, making a strange noise.

"I..." He held back for a long time, and finally gave a reason with anger, "I just peeked at you, how about it! When you went in, didn't you say you want to go back and change your clothes! I just want to see!"

"rogue!"

If Liu Chengwei said this on weekdays, it would be reasonable, but when he hears it now, it seems a bit flimsy.

Yang Ming frowned, his face showed a bit of embarrassment, he told An Wu Jiu to see clearly.

"What? You don't believe it." He walked lightly and slowly between Yang Ming and Liu Chengwei, put one hand on one's shoulder, and said lightly, "It doesn't matter, isn't it just a blood bar, you still have a life left? ."

He showed a somewhat provocative smile and looked at Yang Ming, "Same as me."

Yang Ming was so angry that he shook off An Wu Jiu, but he couldn't have any willful attacks at this moment, he knew that he was not the same as before. Now he has only one last chance left, and he may die at any time.

In just one night, the situation reversed that he did not expect.

"You seem to have forgotten someone."

Shen Ti, who had never been involved in the discussion and only cared about picking his eyes, got up from the sofa. He chose a pair of brown sunglasses, aviator style. The golden beam connecting the two lenses shone with a mysterious light.

The green eyes under the brown lenses became deeper, glanced at everyone present, and finally met Lao Yu.

"You can move at will." Shen Ti said lightly.

"It's okay..." Lao Yu's face was very calm, so it seemed that the level of suspicion was reduced, and he thought for a while, "I can indeed enter any room without restrictions, but I remember that I I entered the room with Wu You last night, and he can prove it for me."

Wu You, who was named, also nodded, "Yes, I chatted with Lao Yu for a while last night."

Shen Ti glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Little friends, are you the last two people to go back?"

For this title, Wu You responded with displeased eyes, but still affirmed Shen Ti's words, "Well."

"How about in the morning?" Shen Ti said again, "You can move freely in each lounge until five o'clock?"

Lao Yu nodded without denying, "That's right, but the effect of the hypnotic gas lasted until six in the morning, so I couldn't wake up."

The clues came to a dead end again.

To Yang Ming, this information was like a thick fog that was hard to disperse on the sea, getting heavier and heavier. As far as his eyes could see, he could not distinguish anything. It was hard for him to know what was driving him in the end.

The silence of everyone magnifies the depression in the confined space infinitely, like an expanding black ball.

In the end, it was punctured by Wu You in the corner.

"Although the three of them who can enter Yang Ming's room have their own reasons, and they all said that after twelve o'clock, everyone will be forced to sleep."

Wu You, who was taciturn, said calmly, "But perhaps, the cultists are like me, or even more capable than me. After twelve o'clock, they won't be controlled by the hypnotic gas, so they don't need to sleep."

"In this case, Lao Yu, Zhong Yirou and Liu Chengwei all have the possibility of cultists."

Zhong Yirou wanted to say something, but after a pause, Ueno was the first to speak: "If the cultists have special abilities, why can't they move at will?"

Although Ueno's conjecture could justify him, Zhong Yirou still denied the possibility, "It shouldn't be. First of all, the rules of the room are very clearly restricted, and it can even be said to be very cumbersome. There are a lot of rules and regulations."

Her long black fingernails tapped her chin, "If a cultist can break this rule at will, what's the point of writing so much. Looking at the issue of forced dormancy, it's just a small point, and he mentioned it. ."

"There is also a reminder on this piece of paper." Yang Ming clenched the paper in his hand, "It was written, 'Midnight is a pilgrimage to burn fragrant fragrance, I am immune to pain, and it is a sacred time of rest'. Midnight explains the time, burning Xinxiang probably refers to the hypnotic gas, 'immune'..." Yang Ming sneered, put his fingers together, and clenched the paper in his hand tightly, "Sure enough, you can act at night."

Ueno said softly: "It seems... I really can't be sure who it is."

Yang Ming glanced at everyone coldly.

"Since this is the case, it's better to fight the wheels."

Zhong Yirou frowned and said in surprise, "What did you say?"

"Wheel duel." Yang Ming repeated, "The three of you are all suspicious, and whoever enters the duel threshold will come out and change."

Zhong Yirou responded the fastest, "You're crazy, I only have one health bar!"

"You can find a helper, let's talk about it," Yang Ming said coldly, "Can't you give yourself an extra life?"

Faced with what Yang Ming said, Liu Chengwei almost collapsed, "I said it wasn't me!"

"You have seven health bars, what are you afraid of?" Yang Ming said indifferently.

"Ha, yes, then you only have one health bar now, why do you order us!" Liu Chengwei was furious, repression and resistance often depended on each other, and the lively anger made him long ago forget the attitude of relying on Yang Ming.

An Wu Jiu seemed to be watching some excellent comedy movie, he burst into laughter and walked between the two of them, as if he was about to fight, "Hey, hey, don't be like this."

"It's weird." Zhong Yirou stared at him, thinking that there were times when he was a peacemaker.

“Don’t be like this, don’t be like this.” An Wu Jiu glanced at the two of them, “If you want to fight, fight quickly, what are you arguing about!” He waved his arms, “Fight! Fight!”

Wu You: "..."

He watched all of this, but heard some noise amid An Wujiu's roaring, followed the sound, and Shen Ti actually saw these people eating bread.

At such a tense time, he only had the expression of watching a play on his face.

Yang Ming gave An Wu Jiu a sinister glance, and walked around him to Liu Chengwei, his eyes gloomy, "Do you really think so?"

"Don't force me to tell the object of your curse." His voice was hoarse, the dull air compressed the information in his voice, turning into a small hard rock, pressing on Liu Chengwei's heart, "Kill your crush again. , even if you survive, how much can you be worth?"

"Two points... Guess where you can rank?"

Liu Chengwei's face became visibly ugly.

At the beginning, in order to join Yang Ming's faction, they revealed their red and black lines in the noble name of trust, but now they have become the most favorable handle in Yang Ming's hands.

"That's it." Yang Ming turned around, a disgusting openness appeared on his face, "Lao Yu and Cheng Wei start a duel first, how about it?"

"Ma'am." He forced a smile, "Leave it in the back."

So, the next thing is still proceeding according to Yang Ming's instructions. People move forward one by one along the passage, looking for the position of the stands of the Colosseum, and the lights in the passage are like the last light before the end of the road. .

Shen Ti walked at the end of the crowd, and when everyone moved forward, he quietly turned around and returned to the lounge porch where the people were arguing.An inexplicable feeling was at work. He looked down at the ground. Every inch of the wooden floor was covered by a dark red long-haired carpet.

Shen Ti paced, seemingly aimlessly, and finally stopped at the door of Room 1.He squatted down and stretched out his long fingers, lined by the color of the carpet, so white that it didn't look like a human skin color.In the silent porch, his fingertips stroked the hair flow of the carpet, going forward and backward, pressing his head lower and closer, and finally twisted a golden hair from the carpet.

Suddenly he raised his head again and looked at Room 6 in the distance.

And the carpet in front of the door.

Not long after, the sound of the system announcing the result of the duel resounded through the bunker.

Zhong Yirou's health bar remains the same, still 1 bar.

Like Lao Yu, Liu Chengwei has only 5 left.